九月依然流火。九月一日这天,四川音乐学院附中门口站着一位中年男子,不知是头上烈日无情的吮吸和炙烤,还是岁月无奈的舔舐与雕琢,使他汉溱溱的身上留下不可掩饰的疲惫,而他略显苍老的脸上透出一丝被汗水浸泡的喜悦,但这喜悦似乎又十分沉重,内含难言之苦。只有他硬朗挺直的腰杆及往上翘的一头短发,表明他是一个性情倔犟,不任凭生活摆布的人。他叫叶 September still flows. September 1 this day, Sichuan Conservatory of Music Middle School entrance stood a middle-aged man, I do not know the head sucking passionately sunburn, and grilled, or years of helpless licking and carving, so that he left the body Can not hide the tired, and his slightly older face revealed a hint of being soaked in sweat, but the joy seems very heavy, with unspeakable hardship. Only his sturdy spine and upturned short hair, indicating that he is a perverse, do not let the mercy of people around. He called leaves